A  group  of  maples
stand  proudly  in  the  village.

A  vivid  deep  scarlet  in  color
truly  magnificent  trees.

Very  pleasing  to  the  eye.
You  have  to  catch  the  moment  though
Sadly  the  beauty  soon  fades.

As  seen  in  October.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

Home is the place where all hearts turn
When Christmas comes again

The place that draws you through the fog
The snow the wind and rain

To take your place beside the fire
Wherever it may be

And hope for peace, and good cheer
And gay festivity

Year by year the same old words
Of greetings we repeat

But never seem to tire
When friends and families meet

So rejoice right through to Christmas night
And  over the world's dark shadows
Cast some some heavenly light

Keith Wilson. Windermere, UK 2016

Passed  the  lake  last  evening.
It  looked  dark,dank  and  threatening.
In  the  fast  fading  light.
The  moody  mountains  stood  tall.
With  thick  mist  swirling  across.
In  ghostly  fashion.
A  complete  contrast  to  the  summer  view.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

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I don't "do work"
That is so eighties

Drive to some office
Sit there for 8 hours

Blahhhhh
My parents have money

I watch documentaries
And spend years alone

I'm isolated

I'm alone in America

A few people will read this
I'm in a library

In the Los Angeles area.
I cost $900 bucks a month

I don't earn

I'm out of position

I'm driving around
Suburban neighborhoods

This is my life

Ex therapist
She who must not be named

For taking such a meaningful
Experience from my life

You could care less

No female friend
Ever came

Well, thanks anyway
I could care less

You ruined things

Thanks again
For ruining things

Bleh

Today it was
"Have a really nice day"

Shut up!

Or I am going to lose it

I hate this home

Tired of these people

Bubble Boy
Bubble boy

Life through a bubble
And isn't a joy

Laugh at me
Call me names

I don't care
It's all the same

My disconnected self
Is not good for my health
And for years

I've been trying
Been trying
To fix my body

But to you
I'm just the one
Who stares

The one who sits alone
Over there

America is dying
So it seems
No more American dreams

31 and living at home
I'll never have enough
Money to live alone

I see people
I hear voices
I live a life
Without choices

It's just an illusion
You see

This bubble is
Overwhelming me

I've seen all the sides of man
Been pleasuring myself
With my left hand

Hard to tell
The night
From the day

Bubble please
Go away

And he reaches inside himself
Inside the bubble
Push
Push my chest out

Shoulders and chest
Need to be aligned

"How you doing buddy?"
Oh just fine

That questioned
Was just asked behind me
But was not directed at me

I see and see and see.........
And what is the purpose
Of all this?

I'll bang this table
With my fist

This is my life inside the bubble